There was a girl who lived long agoWhat ever happened to her, no one knowsShe seemed so distant, understood by fewShe stayed to herself, where she lived, no one knew

They say she always wore second hand clothesMost of her shoes had holes in the toesHer hair was a mess most of the timeThey said the girl was so poor, she didn't have a thin dime

Months passed by, no one saw the girlRumors and gossip started to unfurlA crowd started to gather, fear set inSome thought they'd never see the girl again

Eventually the crowd finally found her homeThey thought she might have lived there aloneBut, when the maid came to the doorShe was soon accompanied by three, or four moreOur Madam, said you would one day be hereShe left only this note, sealed with her tearsAll she ever wanted was friend or twoBut you shunned her, because you thought she had less than youShe died a lonely heiress with a vast fortune untoldBut, all she left to the people of the town, was a single black rose.